"I am the sickness. Won't accept your silence, beg me for forgiveness."

You weren't a child of Ares, unfortunately, as fitting as it was you just weren't.

But, everyone believed you were.

You were short tempered, hostile, powerful and respect demanding. Hell, you were the only kid the Ares kids hung out with and treated normally, normally being like you were their sibling.

An Ares devotee. That's all you were..

Yet Ares couldnt be more proud of such a child like you. To not have his power or blood yet be as strong as if you did? How delightful to him.

So, like any god does when they find a child, that impressed them, he claimed you.

Of course your God parent was not happy he had the nerve to do that, he didn't care. And, frankly you seemed overjoyed.

One night, when you were up practicing.. you heard a voice speak to you

".. you're exerting yourself like this. Your form is good but you're using too much force.."

As you looked back, Ares stood tall behind you, towering over you as he stared down at you

His helmet hiding most of his harsh gaze.. arms crossed over his chest as he studied you